Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.